Party Vamps

by Jennifer North

  His chest rumbled with a long humming sound. He tipped his head back slightly and a fall of raven black hair swung over his shoulder. She clasped her hands around her knees, keeping her body tightly folded, trying to keep the languorously sexy vibes at bay.

  “Have you ever masturbated in front of someone?” he asked her reflection.

  A thousand visions of the hundreds of sex acts she’d performed with Alex came charging into her head, his words opening a tightly shut gate of memories. She couldn’t recall a specific instance of bringing herself off in front of him but she knew she must have. They’d shared their bodies relentlessly. She bit her lip, nodded.

  He smiled. “Anyone other than me, I should have said.”

  She nodded again.

  He quirked an eyebrow. “Recently?” He kept his tone even but she could see a tiny flexion of tension in his jaw.

  “No. A long time ago.” She cleared her throat.

  “Before you knew me?”

  She nodded.

  “I’m intrigued. I was so sure of your purity…” He gave her a teasing smile. “Tell me more. All the details. How old were you? How did it happen?”

  “My first boyfriend. Scott.”

  “Scott.” Alex relaxed, easing onto his side, moving slightly closer to her but keeping his upper body directed toward the mirror. “The lucky son of a gun. Tell me.”

  “I was sixteen.” Caro closed her eyes. “Grandma would play bridge on Tuesday nights and Scott would come over to do homework. Things would get a little hot. He wanted to go all the way but I was too nervous. Scott made up a game. We would undress in front of each other and we would describe how we thought it would feel to fuck, but we couldn’t touch each other or the game ended. Then we would watch each other masturbate. It was incredibly erotic—probably much better than if we had actually had intercourse.”

  She opened her eyes and looked at Alex’s reflection. His eyes were glowing with a mixture of humor and arousal. “Pretty innocent, huh?” she asked.

  He chuckled huskily. “I don’t know—seems like a pretty sophisticated response to a very frustrating situation. Scott was either a complete genius or the world’s biggest fool. Why did you break up?”

  “He was a couple years older than me. He was off to college—told me I’d never be able to compete with the girls at Dartmouth.”

  “Hmm. Definitely a fool then.” He sat up and she noticed his eyes had gone completely green. “Do you wanna play the game again? With me?”

  She held herself very still. Her body was so tight and clenched up with suppressed arousal that she was afraid if she stretched out, the movement of her flesh against the fabric of her clothes would send her over the edge. “I don’t think you could follow Scott’s rules. He was Mr. Self-Discipline. Captain of the soccer team. Class rep. Three-point-eight GPA. And you…”

  Alex grinned. “Weren’t.”

  She couldn’t suppress a smile. “Yeah.”

  “Hey, you might be surprised. The self-control I’ve built up in the last five years is pretty amazing. Come on, whaddaya say?”

  “Scott’s rules. You touch or I touch and the game’s off?”

  “Scott’s rules.” He crossed his heart.

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  “Good. So…Scott sounds like the kind of guy who’d take the lead in this game. A guy who liked to give commands. Am I right?”

  She nodded.

  “Did you like that?”

  She nodded, watching as he gracefully climbed to his feet.

  “Stand up,” he ordered.

  She slowly unfurled her body and stood. Her aching muscles took a backseat to the sensation of her throbbing pussy and jutting nipples. When she looked at his face in the mirror, his eyes sent a hot, emerald glow through her body. She looked back at her reflection—her face looked strangely unfamiliar. Her eyes were a dusky brown, blood was rising in her cheeks and her lips looked swollen.

  “Take off your top.” Alex’s voice had gone all husky.

  She lifted her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. She had forgotten what underwear she’d put on that morning—it was one of her more conservative bras, a lace-trimmed cotton underwire, but her heaving breasts now made the cotton look fragilely skimpy.

  “Very pretty,” he whispered.

  In one graceful movement he pulled his sweatshirt off and dropped it to the floor next to hers. He stroked an elegant hand down one defined pec and then stretched slightly as he stroked the rippling flesh of his abs.

  Caro had to smile. “What a tease…Scott wouldn’t have done that.”

  “What?” His expression was all innocence. “I was just stretching.”

  “Right.”

  “Now your jeans,” Alex ordered, green eyes twinkling. She relaxed a little, instantly grateful that he’d injected humor into a situation she felt way too tense about.

  She fumbled at her waistband for a moment, her fingers slippery with nerves, but finally managed to ease the denim down over her hips, watching in the mirror as her pant legs pooled around ankles. When she bent over to remove her shoes, Alex inhaled sharply. She kicked off her pants and shoes and stood up. Her panties matched the bra, but they were much, much naughtier—the low-rise v-string left her hips and ass bare, the garment’s only function to titillate and almost cover her small patch of pubic hair.

  “Mmm.” Alex had his hands on his hips and his eyes glued to the v-string’s reflection. “Bet your grandma didn’t let you wear something like that when you were sixteen.”

  She laughed at the thought.

  “I’d almost have to say why bother? But I’m certainly glad that you did.”

  “I suppose you’re not wearing any underwear…” Caro glanced at the crotch of his jeans, which was now completely dominated by the outline of his hugely erect cock.

  Alex shook his head. “I suppose Scott had nice little tightie-whities.”

  “Yeah, I think he did, actually.”

  “Mmm. Well I guess this means you’ll have to take off your bra now so we can be even.”

  She reached back to unfasten the clasp but his voice stopped her. “Slowly, slowly…straps first.”

  She pushed the skinny straps of the bra down to her elbows and watched her nipples peek out from the fabric as the cups gaped forward.

  “Now the back,” he ordered.

  Sucking in a shallow breath of air, she released the clasp and let the bra drop to the floor.

  “God, Caro. Look at yourself.”

  Her flesh quivered from the inside out, she so wanted to be touched. She lightly caressed the tips of her breasts, watching as the nipples jutted out to their full peaks. She exhaled a ragged breath.

  “Now who’s the tease? I’m surprised Scott even had the stamina to bother with his own hand.”

  Caro smiled into the reflection of Alex’s face. His cheeks were flushed and his pupils dilated.

  “It never took very long,” she murmured as she moved her hands to the string of her panties. “Take off your pants,” she whispered to his reflection.

  Holding her gaze as he unbuttoned his jeans, his eyes conveyed hot, liquid sex, endless black pupils with a tiny rim of brightest green. The heavy denim swished as it hit the floor. She licked her lips and looked down. She tried to remember what Scott had looked like all those years ago but her mind was fully entrenched in the here and now, solely registering the sight of Alex’s hardened flesh, his cock jutting proudly, veins distended, the crown rosy and smooth. She rubbed her moist palms back across her buttocks to resist reaching out for him.

  She hooked her thumbs through the string of her panties and pulled them down over her hips.

  Alex moaned softly then shook his head, a wry smile on his face. “The games teenagers play.” He exhaled. “Let’s get on with it, shall we? Spread those legs.”

  She looked at his face, noticing how his tongue came out to moisten his lips as she slowly took a step to widen her stance. Heat, wet and viscous, slid
from her pussy to her upper thighs. Her legs quivered.

  “Now comes the kiss-and-tell part without the kissing, right?” Alex asked.

  “Right,” she breathed.

  “Who goes first, you or me?”

  “I always went first.”

  “Then tell me how you think it would feel if I fucked that sweet little pussy.”

  “Mmm, Scott never talked dirty. He was a nice boy.”

  “Well, I’m not Scott, thank God. Let’s see—tell me how you think it would feel if we went all the way.”

  “Okay,” she said, a smile playing over her lips. Closing her eyes, she ran a hand up the outside of her thigh, up her abdomen and lightly over her nipples. She started to speak and then stopped. She tried again. Why did she feel suddenly shy? Why did something that had seemed so simple as a teenager now seem so complicated as an adult? Her desire for Alex had too many layers…

  She sighed, looking over at Alex’s reflection with a sheepish smile on her lips. “Mmm. Maybe you should go first. I think I might be too jaded to play this game anymore.”

  “You’re not jaded,” he whispered, his expresssion suddenly serious. “Put your hand between your legs and tell me what you feel,” he commanded.

  She moved her right hand down over her belly and hesitated as her fingertips brushed against short, curly hair.

  “Do it,” he cajoled.

  She slipped her middle and ring fingers downward, sliding them through the crisp thatch of hair and into her crease. She knew she was totally aroused but she was still surprised by the copious amount of wetness she felt there.

  “Tell me what you feel,” he reminded her.

  “I’m wet,” she breathed.

  He laughed, his verdant green gaze on her fingers. “Well I figured that, but how does it feel? Give me some adjectives.”

  “Oh God, Alex, I don’t know…” She started to ease her fingers in and out of her pussy. Her knees were quivering and her flesh was totally sensitized, aching to be touched. “Warm…smooth…slick… Empty.”

  She removed her fingers and slicked the wetness off onto her smooth belly. She heard his breath catch.

  “And how do you think it would feel to have me inside you?” he asked huskily.

  “Good.”

  He guffawed. “No kidding? What a brazen girl to admit it. Hmm, how to help with the adjectives… Do you think my cock would feel more like a cucumber or a banana?”

  Caro giggled. “A hot rod of steel.”

  Alex grinned at her reflection. “An astute brazen girl.”

  “Now you tell me…” She licked her lips as she gazed down at his cock.

  Alex quirked an eyebrow. “I don’t think I’ve heard enough from you. But maybe I can inspire some action. Watch.”

  He looked down at his cock consideringly, then licked the palm of his right hand and gave the length of his penis a slow stroke. Fist wrapping around the shaft, forefinger resting under his glans, he slowly pressed his knuckle against that sensitive ridge over and over gain.

  Caro held her breath. Neither of them could take their eyes off his arching prick.

  “I’d kneel between your legs with my cock in my hand. I’d take the very tip of it,” he stroked his fingertip over the drop of liquid that seeped from the eye of the crown, “and I’d tickle it with that curly, dark-blonde hair that covers your mons. Then I’d aim down for those ruby lips and probe for the sweet, sticky honey I see clinging there.”

  He lifted his left hand to his mouth and wet the pads of his thumb and forefinger. Still holding his shaft in his right hand, he gently began to pinch down across the dark, smooth skin of the head with his moistened fingers.

  “Then I’d take the bulb of the head and push it inside that crease, soaking it in the glistening wetness. And I’d stop and I’d savor how hot you are.”

  His voice became a raspy whisper. “Then I’d take my cock forward, inch by ever-loving inch. And sink it all the way into the tightness of your pussy.”

  Caro could barely breathe as she watched Alex’s left hand move down to hold the root of his shaft. He used his right fist to stroke down the length of his cock, employing a firm, hard twist when he reached the base. Over and over he stroked and twisted. He closed his eyes, head tipping back, and a ruddy flush crossed his pale cheeks and his chest shone under the bright fluorescent lights. A moan escaped his parted lips.

  She eased her fingers down to her pussy, stroking the hood of her clit with the edge of her thumb, holding her breath when Alex suddenly opened his eyes and looked down at her, fixing that hot gaze between her legs. “And then I’d move back and forth, in and out, again and again and I’d feel all that warm, wet tightness stroking me, easing the ache in my cock.”

  His hips were beginning to thrust forward and his fist picked up speed. Caro matched his rhythm, pressing her thumb harder against her clit as she rhythmically worked her pussy with her longest finger. She squeezed her nipples with her other hand, all the while wishing it was his touch on her frantic flesh.

  Alex let out a ragged breath. “I’d start to ram my way home as the feelings took over…then I’d sense the edge.” His voice caught. He moaned. “And I’d take that final sweet plunge.” His hand gave a final grasping pull and he thrust his hips forward with a guttural groan, his cock twitching again and again as it jettisoned semen.

  Caro bent forward, crying out, cupping her pussy. The climax maxed out her nerve endings and she fell to her knees, her legs too weak to hold her, her concentration blown. She gulped air and felt luscious little aftershocks, her vulva throbbing against her pressing fingers.

  She slowly became aware of the outside world again. The brightness of the lights above them, the polished white of the floor beneath her. The huge, silvered mirror.

  He stood there watching her, his hands at his sides, his cock still erect, a strange half-smile playing over his lips. “So what did Scott do next…what would he do after he shot his hot little load?”

  “I think he went home,” she murmured. “Or maybe we finished up our chemistry homework.” She gave a little laugh. “I don’t really remember.” Inhaling, she took in the scent of his heat, his skin, his sex. She swallowed hard.

  “God, the guy must have had ice water in his veins…he didn’t ever have to hold you afterward? Stroke your hair or all that soft skin?” His gaze traveled over her shoulders, lingered on her breasts, the deep raspberry nipples.

  “Mmm, no. That wasn’t part of the game.” She looked up at him. “Scott was good at games, almost clinical. He went on to medical school. I think he’s a cardiologist now.”

  “We had very different values, Scott and I—when I was eighteen I was a complete sensualist. I could never have made it without touching you.”

  “My virginity would never have held out. You would have gotten exactly what you wanted the very first time we played,” laughed Caro.

  “Damn straight.” His still-rigid cock was a suitable exclamation point.

  Caro watched it in the mirror, licking her lips, not even feeling half sated. “Len always told me that was why we would never work things out,” she murmured.

  “What?” He pulled his gaze from her mouth and looked into her eyes.

  “You know how Len always loves to analyze our relationship…he used to tell me our different values would always keep us apart.”

  “Different values?”

  “Yeah. Len always thought I needed a guy like Scott.”

  “Values, shmalues. Len doesn’t know what you really need.”

  “Probably not,” she murmured. “Especially since I don’t even know what I need…”

  He smiled a slow, sinfully sexy smile. “What you need, princess, is a good, hard fuck from your bloodmate.”

  Her pussy clenched. “That need has always been so easy to define, hasn’t it? It’s the rest of our relationship that’s too complicated.”

  Alex didn’t move as she reached down for her panties and began putting them on. She turned
toward him finally, meeting his gaze head-on. Silver flamed in his irises and then quickly flared out.

  Heartbeat quick, he stepped forward, clasped the back of her head and stole a fast, hard kiss. Her breath was racing, her body screaming for her arms to move up and pull him back.

  Just as fast, he turned away and pulled on his jeans. “It’s only complicated because you’re making it that way. If you would let me feed from you, our bond would make everything simple.”

  Oh God. She was too shaky and too damn hungry for him to discuss this right now. Deciding speed was more important than support, she blew off her bra and pulled on her sweatshirt. When her head came out he was already dressed and putting on his shoes.

  “Thanks for the game, princess. I had fun.” His smile looked heavy with regret, but his tone was light as he took a step away. “You can get back to your hotel okay?”

  She nodded.

  He turned and headed for the door.

  Chapter Twelve

  Caro’s prayers to the god of colds apparently fell on plugged-up ears. She’d snagged herself a sore throat standing in a cold Cleveland rainstorm all night, working at a poorly timed but well-conceived Werewolf hootenanny. The wolves had reveled in the storm. She’d shuddered through it.

  Now, as she drove to Chicago for a long weekend of final planning sessions for the Stoked gala, she had all the symptoms of a nasty head cold. She stopped at a drugstore for cold medicine on the way into the city and dosed herself. She had always been sensitive to decongestants and the medication hit her hard just as she hit downtown. After she completely botched trying to park her car, giggling hysterically as her compact refused to fit even in the widest spaces, she decided it was worth the extra fifty bucks a night to do the hotel’s valet parking this weekend.

  By the time she made it up to the suite she was sharing with Lenny, her head was alternating between sluggishly slow congestion and speeding dizziness. Neither condition promoted clear thinking.